- "Are you kidding me? I told you a thousand times already I didn't know it works that way!", I say exasperated.
|| " Sorry ma'am, I believe I've been explaining for the past 15 mins as well that you have to pay fine if you didn't get your token entered at the station you started on", He answer nonchalantly.
- I swear if it wasn't for this huge chunk of glass separating us, I could easily burn his remaining hair down.
"Can you move already?", a 10-11ish year old boy behind me tug at my hijab which results in it losing the pin holding it tight. Great!
- "Nope", I sneer hearing some unusual grunts and frustrations in return.
|| "Ma'am I suggest you pay the 60 rupees fine as mentioned and we will help you get out".
- I give him a deadpanned look which clearly says 'Ha! You bet I am paying'
- Suddenly a thought occured, "I guess I'll work it out", I smile sheepishly at him.
|| "Sure", He says raising his eyebrows, "Now if you just move aside, I have people waiting", He sighs, relieved.
- I gather my paintings and climb up to platform no. 2 which is the direction of where I came from, Now I just need to go back, get my token entered, come back and woosh I am out!
- Damn I am smart. I smile at my girls, holding them carefully, trying not to drop any of them. Just then the Metro arrives. I step inside it's filled with people to brim, talk about not going in local coach, Lol.
- I notice a guy sitting in the women's section, Tapping his foot away with his head laid back, eyes closed, earphones plugged in.
- "Excuse me, can I sit over here?", I ask slowly.
- No answer. Is he sleeping?!, He opens his eyes for a second or two. Looks at me, then goes back to whatever he was doing.
- Why does every male species I am meeting today wants to die in my hands.
- I open my mouth to get him to get up, but before I do the lady beside him gets up smiling at me, signalling me to sit over. Relieved, I make space for myself, gathering my precious gems close to me. I glared over to his side to catch him peeking inside my bags.
"NEXT STATION, ASSEMBLY. DOORS WILL OPEN ON THE LEFT. PLEASE MIND THE GAP."
- #poeticgrapher (Metro Series/Part 2)
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Metro On the Run
Short StoryEver met someone just for a minute and realised you are not gonna forget this moment for the rest of your life? Hop on the metro ride to find out what goes on between two nameless people midst the chaos of the country
